LISTEN TO THE VIDEO ABOVE ^
until i heard.
"SMITH! I GAVE YOU THE WRONG NAME, KHALID P IS DEAD NOT ALEJANDRO H"
lmaoo get rekt (pls don't come to my house-)
"oh, i apologise. Alejandro Hendrix is doing quite well resting in bed as the bullet only hit his arm"
mother FUCK-
so matthews dead.
the bullet multiplied and hit him in his small dick aswell.
we waited for a bit but i never left him, especially after the death scare (i'm so sorry- )
a few days passed and i haven't eaten or ate, but it was worth it. he was finally okay and let out of the hospital and we were cuddling in my bed, god i missed him. i'm not allowing him to go anywhere without me. i can't lose him.
"princess?"
"mhm"
"i'm happy the bullet hit me instead of you"
"are you dumb. do you need a slap. dumb child"
"no. i just dont want you to go through this"
"i don't want you to go through anything, you know i can't lose you"
"yeah.."
then i fell asleep in his arms, it felt nice being in his arms again.
